He gave His body, yet still His bones
remained unbent, unbroken.
And from the Cross, midst pain and groans,
some seven words were spoken.
“Forgive them Father,” He said at first,
then cared for thief and Mary.
Upon looking down, He said “I thirst,”
then looking up said “why Me?”
When all was finished, He bowed His head,
His body gave up the ghost.
His side was pierced, and from it flowed,
the blood we all need the most.
Two thousand years later, here we all sit,
an old Cross on our mind.
We take two emblems—and then reflect—
the bread and sip of wine.
It’s through His body that we might live;
His blood–we never die.
Now let us pray and come to grips
with a death for you and I.
~Matthew